Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

“Shit,” he pants.

I smile and slide over the top of him, running my hands over his muscled chest, and cup his face in my hands. Then I kiss him, giving him a taste of himself as I pull his tongue into my mouth, encouraging him to nip and lick. His whole body is still twitching with his release, and I smile against his mouth as his arms come up around me, pressing me into him.

“You’re perfect, Allison,” he says, his voice rough.

His questing fingers find the hem of my shirt, and he tugs it up a little so he can run his fingertips over the skin of my waist. I shiver at the light touch, my mouth going dry. Then Kyle looks at me and his eyes are burning, a small smirk coming to his lips.

“But we’re not finished yet,” he promises.

Chapter Thirty

Kyle

I can feel the coarse material of Allison’s jeans on my legs, and the brush of the cotton of her shirt against my chest. It’s strangely arousing to know that she’s still fully clothed while I’m not wearing anything. I play with the hem of her shirt, and her breath catches as my fingers ghost over her skin.

I wrap my hands around her hips. My fingers are long enough that they stretch toward her stomach, sliding over the smooth skin there. Allison’s back arches and her head falls sideways as I carefully touch her.

“I need you to touch me more,” she says, her hair falling in waves off her shoulders.

“Then you need to get these fucking clothes off,” I reply.

I catch the hem of her shirt again and tug it upwards. She raises her hands above her head as I sit up, making her fall back into my lap, and I slide the material over her arms and head, throwing it carelessly to the side once it’s off. Then I reach around her, putting both arms around her shoulders to press her to my chest, and fiddle with the clasp of her bra, getting it caught before I manage to pull it free.

She pushes back and allows her bra to fall from her shoulders. It drops to the floor and Allison raises herself up onto her knees, her hands on my shoulders. She leans in to kiss me deeply, and I pull her in, our bare chests meeting. My hands are running down her back and tracing each dip of her spine, which arches and flexes under my touch.

“Touch me more,” she demands, groaning.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you,” I demand, running my hands down the dip of her hips and over her clothed backside. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to pull me over the edge,” she gasps as I lean in and gently bite on the soft skin of her breast. “I want you to make me forget everything but you, and then I want you to fuck me hard.”

A wave of fire bursts through me at her words. All I’ve wanted is for Allison to look at me, to only see me. And now, with Jesse out of the picture and nothing else to come between us, I hope that she’s finally looking my way with clear eyes, prepared to cast everything out of her mind other than me. My penis twitches in growing interest, and I run my hands down her front until I find the button on her jeans. I pop it own and drag the zipper down, feeling the soft cotton of her panties through the fly. She gasps, arching toward me, at the contact.

I wonder if this is how she felt only moments ago, knowing that my pleasure was in her hands, and that I was reacting solely because she was touching me. Now it’s my turn to watch the way her eyes roll back; groans bursting from her throat as she writhes on my lap, sending sparks of pleasure.

“Do you want more?” I ask huskily.

“Yes,” she groans, her eyes closing as she concentrates solely on the feel of my hands on her.

I push her back, toward the arm of the couch, pushing her jeans down over her hips. She raises her hips off the couch as I hover over her, and I slide the material over her legs, feeling the smooth, shaven skin beneath. I wrap my hand around one of her ankles and press a soft kiss to it, my eyes rising to meet her as she watches me with bated breath.

She’s only wearing her panties, now, and they’re already wet with need.

“Take them off,” I say, my voice rough.

She groans but hooks her fingers in the hem of her panties, dragging them down. She curls up to take them off and, as soon as she drops them to the ground, I push her back, looming over her as she lands on her back, staring up at me.

“Can you feel me now?” I ask.

“I can feel all of you,” she replies, panting.

My erection is swiftly tightening as I look at her, running my eyes over her bare hips and the curve of her breasts. She lying here, waiting for me to touch her, and I swallow past my dry throat.

Allison hooks her ankle around my legs and pulls me closer to her, slowly anchoring me to her as her body arches toward mine, seeking the feel of my skin. I press close and brush my hands up the lines of her body, my eyes never leaving hers. Her breath catches when my hands brush the skin of her throat, but I don’t linger. Instead I slowly trace the line of her jaw and press a finger to her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste my skin.

Fire is burning lazily around us. We’re not moving quickly anymore, not trying to rush through anything. I slowly rest my weight on Allison, bracing my elbows on either side her, and her legs wrap around my waist, our groins meeting as she grinds against me.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper. “I want to know every part of your body.” I slip my finger past her lips, which wrap willingly around the digit, sucking lightly. Sparks fly through my body. “Suck my fingers so I can touch you inside, and explore every inch of you so I can fuck you.”